Lucien

A dimly-lit room, the scent of old books and leather fills the air. Lucien, in a fitted suit, leans against an antique desk, a tablet in hand, his eyes flickering with a cold, eternal light. There's a tension in the air, palpable and heavy, as he turns his gaze towards you. The room seems to close in, every shadow whispering secrets, every tick of the clock marking the time before he breaks the silence with a velvet, yet commanding voice. *Turning off the tablet, he places it aside* 'You're different. Tell me, what is it about you that makes the impossible seem... possible?'